Luyện nghe bài hát Banger

Ok I'm leaning to the
flag in my right
track fly, unidentified flying objects
extraterrestrial Im all about my
retarded in the booth they say I got a flow
than your average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts
the mathematics.
you cut the check and I in the green like I'm raking the grass in
pretty b-tches near feint when they passing
call my Martin but the first name Aston
head n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
think you f-cking with me put your in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
you n-ggas is howards, cowards
kill the competition and hsower with flowers
this rap sh-t is
pop

Uh, uptown in it
Hollygrove black
black clothes, tennis
semi,
I've never sat in
would offend me
try on Maybach
b-tch I got yeah
on paychecks
and I still want
and I still don't play
I kill on
and you don't do sh-t but get all day
p-ssy shoes on my bullets now they running way
YM young mula young all day
where the so sweet like honey on yay
which one of say you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass a muthaf-cking lineman
stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of
still wear red like an old
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, dump the whole on ya
Weezy F b-tch I hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

Mama aint me to make homies
she make me to make
so that's my extra-curicular activity
bulldozer boy and the is the industry
Two things I love in the World, head and victory
you aint doing it big and stop kidding me
your whip aint up to date and your look like Mr T
This is Misery, no Cathy
come at me sideways my slap ya straight
yeah I'm a big joker so you know I you ace
leave the with ya girl send her home with an ashy face
is a gamble but its my casino
pretend your the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got insurance
cause I'm it
and all you wack ass rap n-ggas with it
Im so harlem eating but so
pockets of fat like all I do is eat margarine

put the in the pot
crank up the
burn the song from a top
finger licking hot
his pitch flip cause the flop
my sh-t hit like the p-tch was
n-ggas cotton
she dropped cause she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I don't at all
I smash in the car, like the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who make it done
the rocky that we up on
shttin on em hittin the barn
hey they say money talks
man you dont at all
you shop at malls
my style two thumbs up like analogues
I wreck for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
tyga skin drippin'